"I had betrayed my only promise to myself. Hermione Jean Granger was in love with a boy. A boy."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

"He leaned forward and looked into my eyes, before moving his head closer to mine. He's going to kiss me."
 
 
 

"But all I could think about was Ron. His face when he saw George kissing me. The way he hasn't looked at me for over a week. The way I miss him so much."
 
 
 

"As soon as I looked at her I knew. Knew what damage I'd done. She looked cautious, and weary. She might not feel the damage herself but I saw it. She did look beautiful but she looked....just damaged now. It had torn me apart as well, and my mother knew it. She'd given me 'the talk' again, even though I'd had it when I started Hogwarts."
 
 
 

"This is all my fault, 'Mione. I should have waited, but I loved you too much. I love you too much. And look where it got me, a chair infront of Dolores Umbridge."
 
 
 
 
 

"MERLIN, George Weasley! I'd rather take on Bellatrix Lestrange wandless than even look at you!"
 

Because I wasn't leaving school. Not ever.

"Education's too important to just leave.

But... could I really stay?"

*Contains spoilers about Helena Ravenclaw from the Deathly Hallows*
 

""Merry Christmas, Hermione."

"Merry Christmas, George," I replied as he kissed me softly, before kissing my bump.

"Merry Christmas, foetus," he grinned, before walking out the room."
 

"Well your head is fine," he told me before laughing nervously. "This seems like an awkward question, but..."

"Yes, I'm pregnant," I grimaced.

"Glad we cleared that up then," he sighed. "A lot of young girls your age come in and don't know."

"I can see that as being awkward," I laughed, before wincing.
 

""At least you have Fred, all I have is Harry obsessing over a "Half-Blood Prince" and Ron who can't keep his tongue out of Lavender's mouth for more than thirty seconds."

"I suppose," he muttered into my hair, "but you'll always have me.""